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Submitted by RepublicOfCambridge
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I loved it
when those disposable toilet seat covers started appearing in public
restrooms. What a great invention! They make me feel like I am doing it at home. Finally, a way to keep strangers’ butt oil
from reaching mine. Yes, I know the
paper is super thin, and pee or whatever is on the seat probably find their way
to my rear, but they make me feel good regardless. What are super cool are the flaps within the
circle. They protect my you-know-what
from touching the porcelain and it magically disposes the seat when you
flush! What kind of genius created this
impeccable design?!
Then came
the automatic flush. When I walk into
the stall, carefully wipe the seat, place the seat cover on, and is about to
sit down, more time than not, the toilet flushes – gobbling up my beautifully
positioned cover, which was about to give me such comfort.
This is
really annoying, really disappointing, and makes me feel completely empty
inside (even though I haven’t “emptied” yet).
We all know this feeling of helplessness. You just stand there, speechless...not
knowing what really happened. “Wait, did
I just finish, or was I about to begin?”
The confusion sets in. You just
pause, in a half crouching position, staring at the back of the stall door,
speechless, and in complete disbelief.
Once you
snap out of your denial and accept the reality, you collect enough courage to
try again. This time you are more
cautious. (However void of honor,
because you already have your pants down by your ankles.) You try to maneuver
around the censor on the way down. I don’t know about you guys, but my butt
clips the censor, and there goes the cover.
The third try, you try to sit down really fast to fool the censor in
thinking that a butt magically appeared.
Once I have it cramped down, it doesn’t even matter if it
flushes…right? Well, we all know that
this method is suicide, because even if you are successful at holding down the
cover with your butt, if the toilet flushes, you will have a wet posterior – in
some cases with the wet flap…well, flapping at your butt.
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Submitted by Anonymous
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In almost all restrooms for the male gender, there is a short urinal,
maybe a foot or so off the ground (as opposed to the 2.5[?] feet for a
usual one), supposedly for kids, handicapped people{?}, "little
people", etc.
I really don't mind when there is one, maybe on
the end of a string of 3,4,5, etc. Kids have to go #1 too. My problem,
in this case, is when an entire restroom is equipped with them. No,
really, at my school an entire restroom is short urinals. No handy
dandy dividers in between, or anything of the sort. I go to a HIGH
SCHOOL. Grades 9-12. Young adults. WTF? It is even more embarrassing
than standing next to someone at a normal urinal. I won't go into
details of what you have to do when you do your duty at these
improperly designed commodes.
My next problem is short drinking
fountains. This is another problem at my school. An old Elkay drinking
fountain will finally kick the bucket, the janitors will come in, kick
it off the wall, and install a new state-of-the-art Elkay. With the
drinking apparatus below waist level. I seriously have to get on my
friggin' knees to drink from these things! Do they think we appreciate
having to look like we want to be butt-raped while we quench our
thirst? I sometimes think my school was designed for an average height
of about 4'6'.
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Submitted by dmc218
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I guess I just don't get it. I get the whole idea of going out after a day of skiing and getting plastered, dancing, or whatever else you want to do. But why on earth do we have to use the french language to express this? Is English not descriptive enough? "After Skiing" or "Post Ski" doesn't do the job?
Or were the French the first to think of going out after a hard day of skiing? Were English-speaking peoples sitting around post-ski playing solitaire when some guy named Jaques came in one day and showed them how to party? ("Gee, why didn't we think of this?")
I know it's a stupid thing to be ranting about, but it irks me because it sounds so damned pretentious when people say it. Get real, people!
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Submitted by SmittenKitten
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I have
always wondered this and I am sure you have too. You know all those shopping carts in your
condo building. Those carts that are
conveniently there, so you use them to bring your goodies back to your units. Have you guys wondered how they end up there?
I have
lived in Boston a long time (Brighton, Allston, Cambridge, Somerville, Brookline), but every
condo I lived in had shopping carts. Lots
and lots of shopping carts. Carts of all
sizes, colors, and stores. Where in the
world do they come from, and why are there so many? I asked my current property manager, and he
told me that he needs to bring them back to the appropriate stores EVERY YEAR,
but they all magically appear.
I recently
counted 8 shopping carts in my complex. 8!! And
they are all from different stores (except one). My condo is not even close to any of these
stores. Shaws is miles away. Home Depot is on the other side of 93. I don’t even know where there is Marshalls in Cambridge.
K-Mart?
Didn’t they shrivel away with Martha Stewart? What the heck is Ames?? (continued - click on "Read More..." below)
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Submitted by Anonymous
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What is the big rush!!! My daughter broke her hip and has a hard time
getting up off the sit and making to the door without the door hitting
her as she passes through. The train drivers are always in a rush.
What about the elderly, it takes them time to make it to the door
before it closes. It has happen on the Green Line, Orange Line and
Blue Line. Each time she would end up and tear, because it she was
hurt.
It is bad enough get on and off but to get a seat is
another problem. Years ago the driver would make an announcement to
all riders to let the elder, handicap and pregnant women have a seat.
Not anymore. The minute the riders see that a handicap or elderly
person, is getting on, the put their heads down and try not to be
noticed. May times I had to tap someone on the shoulder and ask them
to get up to give my daughter a seat.
Instead of thinking of how fast they can get the train for one station to another, stop and think of the riders.
Shame on the MBTA!!!!!!
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Submitted by jholtz
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Everywhere I look there are dust bunnies! Just when I think I've vacumed them all up, the next night I'll see one hiding out under the coffee table, or under the TV stand, or something. Drinking a beer and watching TV. Not paying me rent. I just can't keep them away. And you know as well as I do, once you see one, they start multiplying like... well, like bunnies.
Where do these things come from? Does all the dust just like to get together and party? I really don't get it. Why does all the dust have to stick together like that. Do they just come inside during the winter to get out of the cold? Are they spying on me? Or are they some sort of omen? And forget whipping out the dust buster on those puppies. Way too big. I have to get my shop vac up from the basement to take care of them. It feels like ghostbusters with their ghost catching machine.
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Submitted by gobblegobble
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I live in Somerville. There is a law that residents of houses must clear the sidewalk in front of the house (or is it owners of houses?). Yet, every morning on my walk to the T, I almost break my neck trying to walk down the sidewalk. It's not THAT hard to shovel a sidewalk. If you can't do it, hire someone to do it. And don't wait until it's frozen over, 3 days later. Do it while it's snowing!
Heck, I live on a corner lot with probably 100 feet of sidewalk altogether, and I still manage to get it done. I'm going to have to start wearing ice skates to the T from now on!
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Submitted by Chris
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Isn't "Boneless Ribs" kind of an oxymoron? I thought the rib was the bone.
More importantly, what's the fun of eating ribs without bones in them? The most satisfying thing about eating ribs is the pile of picked-clean bones on your plate at the end
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Submitted by bobblehead
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I love tipping for great service. It's really a good feeling, if I feel that the person in question really went above and beyond the call of duty and deserves an extra "thanks."
However, I hate having to tip for any other reason. Especially when it's one of those tips that you are expected to give someone just for getting out of bed that day and doing their job.
A few examples off the top of my head:
* Restaurants. Generally, the idea that a 15% minimum tip is a de facto requirement at a restaurant seems totally backwards to me. Of course, I tip, and I tip quite generously when deserved, because I know that servers rely on it for their income. But it is a sucky system. And the blame for this one lies squarely on the shoulders of management. After all, they are the ones who are ...
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Submitted by Chris
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